The slavers took their time coming to our aid. I would have been surprised that the women with open or broken cell doors hadn’t tried to escape, but after seeing what had happened to the one mother who fought back against the ‘Angelic Beings’, a part of me understood. These women were too downtrodden and frightened to try to escape. After all, what if the same thing happened to them?
I sat silently for a long time, trying to pull myself out of the pit of despair I’d fallen into. I suppose I felt like this ‘magical experience’ that pregnancy was supposed to be had been stolen from me at every turn. What was I even doing here? Risking my life for what? To prove a point to Amy? That he would miss us if we were gone? Well that had to be the stupidest idea I’d ever come up with.
“Are you ok?”
